Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.